Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.